Where Your Sins Will Lie

Broken icons

Forcing your hatred

Overzealous soul in repentance

While the altar piles with corpses

What makes you think your time isn't near?

Like I'm the one to turn a blind eye and live in fear

A crown of thorns around your neck

Hang him up, let him choke on his bullshit

A predator no longer

Rip out your fucking tongue and leave you to die

I see through the smoke and broken icons

Forcing your hatred by the burning hand of God

Mindless, violent

Branded by your cross

Crimson stains

On every page of the script you mutilate

At the end, you won't see the light

Just an empty fucking hole

Where your sins will lie

And swallow your soul

Swallow your soul